Retiring with his wolverine
To cough on kiff and quaff caffeine
Is the meanest keenest son I've seen.

Beside the sea, surreal, serene,
Don't main the pain of all that's been.
He's sinking like the sun of tangerine.

Vagabonds with violins
And drums that sound like biscuit tins
Play high above the open din
We hear, we don't let it in.

Performers made of glycerine
And animated plasticine
And wild acid velveteen
Blowing flaming birds to kerosene.

And oh, some things appear misplaced
Nothing ever really goes to waste
Not a colour, not a touch, not even so much
As the taste of tangerine.

Just then, a guy in san andreas,
Starts jumpin up morrocan heads.
Security's checked his creds,
It's cool, he's a friend of Z's
Of two doors down from mr X.
The go-between is Y
Inspects their faces
As she redirects the aces to the lower decks.

And oh, some things appear misplaced
Nothing ever really goes to waste
Not a colour, not a touch, not even so much
As the taste of tangerine.

He hitches knots he hatches plots
His eyes are two forget-me-nots
He pulls it off without a hitch
While he sleeps he's getting rich
And spends it all in seven weeks
On girls with alien physiques
He's everything the body seeks
There's sudden silence when he speaks

Beside the sea, surreal, serene,
Don't main the pain of all that's been
He's sinking like the sun of tangerine

Retiring with his wolverine
To cough on kiff and quaff cafine
Is the meanest keenest on the scene

Beside the sea, surreal, serene,
Don't main the pain of all that's been

He's sinking like the sun of tangerine x 4

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